Chapter 404 If the First One to Appear

Although Mu Chun was reading the comic book "Sleeping Man", she was thinking about other things. Xu Dan's matter was probably just the beginning. She was not silent or disappearing at all. She wanted to expose more things in front of more people.

The content of the live broadcast did not reveal the most information about the whole matter, but the hidden messages.

The content of the message mentioned at least two terrible things. The first thing was: [I am dirty]; the second thing was: [My boyfriend beat you like this].

From this, it can be deduced that Xu Dan wanted reporters to come, wanted people from the self-media to see her suicide, and wanted the police to look for her everywhere. She deliberately disappeared and should be hiding in a safe place. In fact, as long as she used a mobile phone or the Internet of Things, her coordinates would be exposed soon.

Xu Dan should not need to hide for a long time. She may even go to a cafe near her home to sit for a while, and then go back after everyone left.

In addition, the police may not necessarily invest a lot of police force to investigate her matter. She should not care too much about this. What Xu Dan wants is the police's attention, the police to come to her door, and the police to enter the camera.

What is the purpose?

When Mu Chun saw these videos and messages, his chest no longer hurt. Although he was nervous, the dull pain of [Crisis Warning] disappeared. What was the reason? The simplest reason is that the crisis has been resolved.

Well, since the goal has been achieved, if you have anything else to tell the world, you will definitely not hide it. Let more people help you say what you want to say, let more eyes see what you want everyone to see, and let more people participate in this matter. Xu Dan's plan is getting closer to success step by step.

Then let them show it completely.

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At 7 o'clock in the evening on January 6, the opera hall of Raohai Concert Hall was brightly lit.

The staff were busy in their respective positions in an orderly manner.

Every year, there are always the most staff members during the first preliminary round of the Lechuan International Piano Competition, and today is no exception.

The work on Friday night is to sign in and draw lots. When Gong Hai walked out of the school gate, he saw Ding Jiajun holding a Starbucks paper bag and waving to him on the side of the road.

After meeting Gong Hai, Ding Jiajun asked him to choose a hot drink.

"I want caramel sea salt macchiato." Gong Hai took the coffee, with a confident and sunny smile on his lips.

The haze of the past few days seemed to be dispelled by this smile.

"The scarf is very good, it suits Xiao Hai very well." Ding Jiajun looked at the wool scarf wrapped around Gong Hai's navy blue horn coat and praised it.

"My father gave it to me. He was afraid that I would be cold that day. In fact, I think he was also quite cold, but he always said that he was not cold and was not afraid of the cold."

Gong Hai said, smiling happily.

"I didn't see you wearing it on Christmas Day. Why didn't you wear it when it was so cold that day?" Ding Jiajun opened the car door and let Gong Hai sit in the passenger seat.

Gong Hai giggled and put his schoolbag in the back seat, "Because I need a little luck today, I wore it..."

Ever since Mu Chun put the scarf around Gong Hai's neck that day, Gong Hai had already thought about hiding the scarf when he returned home, and didn't take it out until the first qualifying match started.

Because he believed that his father would bring him luck.

This scarf is a lucky charm.

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The Raohai Concert Hall is completely surrounded by posters for the Lechuan International Piano Competition, with the blue waves as the background and the black grand piano on the golden beach.

It seems that the waves can be stopped by pointing your finger in the direction of the piano, and the ray of sunlight on the piano instantly turns into colorful glass marbles.

The marbles dance in the air, and different notes transform into different colors.

There are two desks on the circular walkway at the entrance of the opera hall.

A staff member greeted Gong Hai politely.

Gong Hai took out the competition certificate sent to his home two weeks ago and hung it around his neck.

The staff was very satisfied with Gong Hai's cooperation and immediately introduced: "Because after entering, the contestants have to complete the process of drawing lots and confirmation. In order to facilitate the identification of the contestants, the competition certificate should be placed in a prominent position so that everyone can remember you better."

Every contestant was a little nervous. This kind of nervousness was different from the competition that was about to be held the next day. This kind of nervousness was because it was completely out of their control and had nothing to do with the degree of effort and performance level.

The nervousness on Friday night was because of the lottery. Although the contestants drew their own numbers, it actually had nothing to do with whether they drew their numbers by their own hands.

But I had to admit in my heart that this was the number I drew myself, and I couldn't blame others for the good or bad.

Gong Hai was not nervous. In his opinion, it was just a process of waiting for the show to start, and he could get familiar with the audience seats and the stage.

The judges naturally sat in a row below the stage, a little closer to the front than the first row of the audience seats.

So from the dress to the playing technique, the sound to the feeling, everything was within the judges' perception.

After signing in, many contestants found a place against the wall to stand and wait for the lottery.

They didn't chat much and rarely looked at their phones. Most of them were listening to music in the hall, wearing headphones or just standing.

In Ding Jiajun's opinion, although Gong Hai was in the youth group, these teenagers didn't look as innocent as ordinary children. There was a trace of fatigue and adult seriousness on their faces, and they felt like they had entered the adult world too early.

In comparison, Gong Hai is simple and weak. He has an artist's weakness, just like Van Gogh's feeling. He is not thin, but he has an artist's weakness.

Of course, not all of them are adults. Ding Jiajun still saw a few particularly spiritual faces. These teenagers shine with a little starlight. Ding Jiajun also looked forward to their future from the bottom of his heart.

The world has become more approachable because of art. Otherwise... life sometimes lacks some meaning.

"No one likes the first," Gong Hai whispered in Ding Jiajun's ear.

"Huh? Why?" Ding Jiajun didn't understand.

More than 100 teenagers in a piano competition passed the audition and entered the preliminaries. The judges had to listen to so many people's performances. How could they remember the first contestant?

Both the contestants and the judges understood that in the competition, there is nothing more nervous and disadvantageous than the first one to appear.

The first contestant to appear will attract everyone's attention, but everyone is more concerned about "the performance of the next contestant."

The first contestant to appear in a competition often just becomes a "start", the person who kicks off the normal competition, or a reference standard for the judges to score the day's competition.